You Never Can Tell

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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
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But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
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They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
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It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell